Monthly Archives: June 2013

No one came all day ― except Clowes & Okeover. & later, Capt. Wade-Browne ― who bought another drawing. Mainly I penned out at intervals ― but very wearily. There was a vast breakfast given by Lady Anne Beckett wh. filled the place with carriages & noise.

At 7 ― I walked out nearly up to the top of Portland Place: very giddy as yet.

I could not resolve to go out, so dined at 7.30 ― on cutlets & boiled rice pudding.

But nothing removes my sadness. It is dreadful: & this life is impossible ― staying ― hard=working all day ― awaiting for comers ― never going out ― hearing the dim roar of the distant streets ―― only seeing those who come for a few minutes, no freedom, no air, ― no light, ― no friendliness. Better remain abroad wholly. Worst of all is the [mortal] folly of supposing Giorgio ill or dead: ― it has often happened so before, but still weighs senselessly on me ― without a shadow of foundation.

At 10 ― dear good S.W. Clowes came. Dr. Strange’s letter went to John Clowes ― so was 2 days later to Sam ― who got my own note on the same day: otherwise he would have set out to Turin at once! ― He brought me a large [][1] box full of Woodhouse Eaves Roses. Best of all ――――― but ― σιωπῶμεν![2]

Capt. Wade-Browne came, & took away his 2 drawings. By the wonderfullest good luck I had been working all day at intervals to finish Lawson’s Gastouri from his drawing, & did so, just as Wade-Browne called! A nice cheery fellow. Worked till 7. Wrote many letters.

Breakfast at 7.40 ― after walking on the beach. ― This Hotel is excellent in all ways. Paid bill, & came to Station, & at 9. off. ― Agreable fellow traveler ― one Mr. Mowatt,[1] formerly M.P. for Cambridge. London at 12.30.